i just cried all over everything

anonymous asked:

Okay but what about calming Harry after the ariana concert? His face nuzzled in your chest, sobs leaving his as tears run down his face. You brush your fingers through his hair, over and over again as your other hand runs up and down Harry's back. "Shh, everything will be alright, yeah?" you coo quiestly. Harry just cries out again and wraps himself around you even tighter. If he will keep on crying, you're sure you'll start crying too.

Listen, I understand what you’re trying to do…. trying to make this all okay with fanfic, but this is a real issue.

It’s not cute. Or romantic. It’s real life.

People have died.

I’m sorry but I can’t participate in any of these anons. It’s not right.

CAN I JUST SAY THAT HARRY COULDVE WENT THE TYPICAL SOLO STAR ROUTE LIKE HE COULDVE CAME OUT ALL DARK AND MYSTERIOUS AND HALF NAKED WEARING LEATHER WITH WOMEN DRIPPING ALL OVER HIM AND HE COULDVE WENT AGAINST THE BAND AND HE COULDVE BECOME THE ROCKSTAR EVERYONE ALWAYS WANTED HIM TO BE BUT INSTEAD HES JUST HIMSELF, ALL PINK AND FLAMBOYANT AND DORKY AND EVERYTHING IS PRETTY AND BRIGHT AND HES LIKE, “HERE I AM, LOVE ME THE WAY I AM OR DONT LOVE ME AT ALL” AND IM SO PROUD OF HIM MY STRONG BABY THIS IS THE SAME MAN WHO CRIED ABOUT WHAT PEOPLE SAID ABOUT HIM !!! LOOK AT HIM NOW !!! IM SO PROUD !!!!!!! LOOK AT HIM !!!!!! HES DOING THAT !!!!!!!!

“Would you take him back?”

She hesitated and placed her hand over her heart.

She let out a deep sigh “You know I cried uncontrollably every day for weeks. I sobbed and screamed, begging for the pain to go away. I prayed so hard, so fucking hard for him to come back to me. Maybe if he reached out to me durning those days I would’ve taken him back in a heartbeat.”

“But he didn’t”

“One day I just grew tired of crying myself to sleep and feeling so damn exhausted in the morning. I was tired of walking around feeling nothing and everything all at once. I was sick of being broken while he was perfectly okay.”

“That day I realized if he truly did care for me, truly loved me he wouldn’t have caused me that much pain and sorrow. He ran out of chances, he ran out of time, he ran out of my love.”

—  “to answer your question: no”

anonymous asked:

I have a HC request! :) Yoosung or Seven or whoever you want honestly lol: MC and [RFA Member] are kids, about 10 years old. MC's reaction to finding out that [RFA Member] has a crush on her but she also has a crush on them. [RFA Member] may or may not have told MC themselves, she could have found out from somewhere else idk. Something cute, sweet, and innocent with the spark of love thanks to Valentine's Day xx

Doing headcanons for all of the members for Valentines Day ♡ 

Yoosung: 

✮ he had the biggest crush on you 
✮ he gushed about you to anyone who would listen 
✮ so it wasn’t really a surprise when you found out 
✮ you’d walked over to play on the playground with him when you heard him 
✮ “yeah, I just think MC is the prettiest girl in our school. we’re gonna get married when we’re older!” 
✮ and when he realises you’re there and heard everything he almost cries 
✮ but you say that you like him too 
✮ SMOL KID BLUSHIES 
✮ he constantly insists on playing games where you’re the princess and he’s your ~knight in shining armour~ 
✮ y’all walk around holding hands and all the adults think you’re the cutest 
✮ so pure 

Jaehee: 

✎ the friendship between the two of you was pretty normal 
✎ and she just thought ‘hey, she’s my best friend. obviously’ 
✎ but then jaehee began to notice how much more she wanted to hug you 
✎ and kISs yOur chEEk?! 
✎ she was 100% confused 
✎ and she felt weird asking her mum about it (bc she was young and her mum is still alive)
✎ so she kinda went up to you and she was super awkward
✎ and you were like ????? wot up
✎ ‘MC… can I hold your hand?’ and she was s o scared
✎ and you’re like ‘yeah of course!’
✎ so y’all walk around holding hands and being super cute
✎ and of course adults are like ‘aw look at those best friends. gal pals forever’  
✎ she just admires you so much 

Zen: 

✿ your friendship started because you didn’t treat him differently 
✿ because this was when his mum was really getting to him and he was insecure 
✿ and he felt like he could talk to you about everything and anything 
✿ and so obviously it grew into a fondness 
✿ he always bought you flowers and other things he thought were pretty 
✿ he just was so taken by you !! 
✿ he told his older brother who would just coo and told zen he had a cruuuuuush
✿ zen was in F U L L  D E N I A L
✿ this nugget actually asked you if he liked you 
✿ ???????
✿ ‘hyun… how am i supposed to know?’
✿ y’all think about this conundrum together for a little while
✿ eventually you’re like
✿ ‘well… do you think I’m a princess?’
✿ and instantly he’s like ‘yeESSSS OF COURSE’
✿ so you’re just like ‘cool. i’m the princess and you’re my knight’ 

Jumin: 

₩ this little rich boy 
₩ he doesn’t get along with a lot of other kids because even from a young age other kids were made by their parents to befriend him to further their careers
₩ and then he comes across this angry little girl at one of his father’s parties
₩ you’re pouting in this cute little dress and he’s just very curious about you 
₩ he asks why you’re so grumpy 
₩ you tell him that you don’t like being around all the serious adults 
₩ he agrees 
₩ y’all run around in his backyard and then become best friends 
₩ you yell at the people who make fun of him for being a ‘robot’ 
₩ he talks to his dad about his weird admiration for you 
₩ realises he might…. LIKE you??!??!?!
₩ he collects some of the flowers from his garden and invites you out for a tea party (omg) 
₩ his face is so red as he shyly hands you the flowers 
₩ and he’s like “i think i really like you” 
₩ you just take it at face value and kiss him on the cheek
₩ everything’s basically the same except now you run around his garden while holding hands 

Seven/Saeyoung: 

⌨  how would this work??
⌨  y’all met at church 
⌨  and he began to look forward to seeing you every sunday 
⌨  to the point where he told you about saeran 
⌨  and he obsesses about the fact that you care so much 
⌨  but unfortunately you can’t do anything to help 
⌨  so you hug him for as long as you can during mass 
⌨  he just really loves the attention 
⌨  he tells you that he’s gonna leave when he gets older 
⌨  and he hates it because you cry 
⌨  he tells you that he’s gonna find you and you’ll get to meet saeran and you’ll be their queen 
⌨  it’s just really pure and full of hugs and holding hands and being sad but supportive of each other 
⌨  even if you only get to see each other once a week 
⌨  you both treasure that one day 
⌨  it really was the Lord’s day 


I honestly had no idea how to do Saeyoung but I hope the other ones are alright! 

Happy Valentine’s Day ♡♡

i don’t know how to explain it but if you were there, you’d be able to see it.

throughout the ENTIRE concert, kaisoo were avoiding interaction with each other. i was so frustrated and i had almost given up. i even complained to my friend i was disappointed kaisoo wasn’t happening when the 2 of them had walked past each other so many times and that they were almost always dancing next to each other during all the songs.

during the TLP concert, kaisoo had plenty of interactions every time they brushed past each other. a light pat, or eye contact or smiley eyes. but during the concert today, it was very obvious they were avoiding each other.

DURING THE ENDING MENT THOUGH. jongin must not have been able to stand it. he picked up soo’s favourite toy and kept playing with it to get soo’s attention. baby boy succeeded in doing it and they kept having interaction from then on.

soo took away the toy from jongin which jongin gladly gave can i just say! then jongin took it back and wrapped it around his neck. THEN KYUNGSOO WENT TO PULL JONGIN TO HIM, HUGGED HIM AND WHISPERED IN HIS EAR. IT WAS LIKE EXO’LUXION IN SG WHEN HE HUGGED JONGIN FOR THE BDAE SONG WE SANG.

jongin apparently wanted the red glasses after that. he could have gotten it himself but more than once, he asked kyungsoo to get it for him. soo, unable to reject his precious lover, went to get it and EVEN PUT IT ON FOR HIM.

junmyeon was also watching everything nervously, may i just add.

later on, jongin was basically following kyungsoo around during the encore song and he didn’t care about restrictions anymore. he smiled, touched and played with kyungsoo. it was such an endearing sight.

sorry if this is all over the place. i just got back, am really tired and i cried so hard at the moments because i’m a hardcore shipper. but among the 3 concerts i went, and looking at all the interactions from 3 concerts, the interactions between the 2 of them from this concert was a lot more different like they were enjoying each other’s presence on borrowed time. it felt more precious and really just different…

i’m already convinced kaisoo is real but the way kyungsoo treated jongin today, it’s like they’re in love and it’s the kind of love we’ll never experience or understand besides themselves.

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Originally posted by mayfifolle


Request from an awesome anon: “I loved your most recent mark smut! can I request a Mark smut with dom!mark with dry humping but then he can’t take it anymore and yeah”

Hope you enjoy love, I made it a little fluffy too :)

Warnings: Adult Content


“Alright you guys, I’m going to bed. Goodnight” Youngjae said, getting up from the couch.

You and Mark smiled at him.

“Goodnight, Sunshine,” you said as he made his way to his room.

One by one the guys dropped like flies during your movie night. They had practice earlier that day and were so exhausted. Youngjae was the last of them.

Now it was just you and Mark, alone.

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12x12 Episode Review - Still Screeching...this time about the colour “Peach”.

I gave my 12x10 episode review the title “Pterodactyl Screeching into the Void” because I was so happy about it I couldn’t help but scream with glee at practically every moment. I also said this: “I feel like there is so much to talk about in this episode that fandom will be chewing on it for months if not years to come.” I still believe this, I just didn’t expect that two episodes later I would be reliving this exact same thoughts and feelings. I considered 12x10 to be a one off, a glorious gift to fandom wrapped in a big destielicious bow. Clearly, we celebrate our fandom birthday only two weeks before fandom Christmas because we just got ANOTHER gift wrapped in an even BIGGER destielicious bow and I can hardly contain my glee. (baring in mind fandom Christmas falls on the tenth anniversary of tumblr and close to valentines day I can’t help but feel this was planned - PRESENTS ALL AROUND)

But anyway. Lets talk meta. Once again I am very late to the party as I doubt I will be posting this any earlier than Saturday evening when you have probably all been talking this to death for the past two days. But eh, I’m gonna do my thing and hope you all agree, or aren’t bored by now if everything I talk about is stuff already gone over by my fellow very talented meta writers.

Starting with the obvious, Director Dick Speight Jr and Writer Davy Perez made this episode an homage to Tarantino movies. Specifically Reservoir Dogs which has so many ties to this episode both visually and subtextually that it is kind of difficult to keep track of my thoughts on it. I have to confess, I hadn’t ever watched Reservoir Dogs all the way through prior to watching the episode because it never really interested me. However, after watching the episode for the first time Friday lunch time I decided that it was in my best interests as a meta writer to give it a go. I watched it and tried to take in everything Tarantino was saying and doing with this movie… 

Being a meta writing, destiel shipper with heteronormative goggles permanently removed since watching this show guess what the first thing I picked up on was? That’s right Mr White and Mr Orange… what WAS going on there anyway? Because these guys didn’t know each other very long but they became VERY close by the time of the heist. Poor Freddie and Larry. Such doomed tragic lovers… do we have a ship name for them yet? Frarry? Leddie? Or maybe just “peach” (hence my title)

I believe that when Perez was writing this episode he had a SPN character in mind for each character in RD (mostly anyway). Cas is obviously Mr Orange (the bleeding out from the stomach thing gives it away as does Davy’s tweet here. Here is who I think the rest of the characters are supposed to be:

Dean – Mr White (duh)

Mary – Mr Pink

Wally – Mr Brown

Sam – Nice Guy Eddie maybe? I struggled here

Crowley – I wanna say Joe. (though I also kinda think Ketch would be Joe here… its not too obvious)

Remiel – Mr Blonde (“yellow” hair)

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psycho 05/taehyung

Originally posted by jimins-bootae

warning and a note: this chapter has some sexual harassment/slight violence (knife) in it so if you are uncomfortable with reading this kind of story please stop right here, i understand this might be hurtful to some people but this is just my crazy imagination and I’m sorry if you have ever experienced anything like this and I also wish this doesn’t happen to anyone ever, i know that taehyung isn’t like this in real life this is just a story

note: in this chapter i mention his brother but because I don’t know his name i put h/b/n instead which stands for his brothers name 

note2: sorry for any mistakes I will try and fix them later on

summary: it’s going to be okay I promise

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For a moment, Nesta thought it was as if time had stopped. The world had gone silent, still—distant. Everything was distant. Untouchable. Yet close. So close she needed to recoiled from it. Knew she had to recoil from it. Had to get her feet moving before someone saw her.

Before he saw her.

But she couldn’t move, couldn’t feel anything, couldn’t see anything but…

Two thick scars ran parallel down his upper back. Two thick scars atop the muscle and bone and width of him. Him. She couldn’t remember him. Didn’t know him because it wasn’t him. Couldn’t be him. Cassian didn’t need to use the power of this siphons to propel himself backward and forward. The movement was uneven and messy and rough. So different than the beautiful, graceful, leaps and jumps Azriel was using to train the other male with…

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4 AM

Characters: Y/N (reader), Jared Padalecki, Jason (OMC), Rose (OMC)

Pairing: Jason (OMC) x Reader, Jared x Reader

Warnings: Postpartum Depression, Depression, Anxiety attacks, Dickbag husband, Cheating (not Jared), Horrible childhood, Lousy In-Laws      

Word Count: 2000ish

A/N: This is my entry for @luci-in-trenchcoats 2K Follower Challenge where my prompt was: “You’re gonna tell me everything”

It is also 1 out of my 13 entries for @mamapeterson / @mrs-squirrel-chester’s Album Fanfiction Challenge where I chose the album “Smoke and Mirrors” by Imagine Dragons. The song prompt for this fic is: It Comes Back To You

Thanks so much to amazing sweet (yet slightly grumpy) @mysupernaturalfics for betaing angst for me.

You felt as if there was a hole inside of you. The hole was nothing new. It had been there for days, weeks, months, even the depths of it wasn’t new. You had felt the deep dark nothingness inside, that threatened to swallow you once before and it scared the crap out of you. The feeling of being completely and utterly alone had never been more profound though and this time you knew it was true.

You had been the poor girl in the neighborhood growing up. The girl that everyone felt sorry for because her mom was a drunk and her dad was never around. You had never wanted people’s pity. It had infuriated you. You didn’t want people to feel sorry for you. You wanted them to see past your circumstances and see you. You didn’t want them to only give you the time a day because they felt bad for the girl in the holed shoes and size too small clothes that came from a thrift store.

You had been very young when you had decided you never wanted people to feel sorry for you ever again. You wanted a different life for yourself. You wanted a life, a big house, a husband and kids. You wanted all the things you never had growing up and you had fought tooth and nail to get it.

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Maybe you’re like me tonight

Maybe you’re scrolling through tumblr to numb the storm that’s raging in your heart and wasting time until you can fall asleep

Maybe you’re laying on your bedroom floor in surrounded by your tears and consumed by your fears

Maybe you’re crying in the shower for the tenth time this week because you can’t face your family or your roommates or your husband or your wife or your boyfriend or girlfriend or yourself with tears streaming down your face

Maybe you’re crying over the same stupid boy for the millionth time and hating him because he’s made it so very clear he’s happy with someone else

Maybe you’re crying because everyone else is married or has a boyfriend or has their life together

Maybe you’re thinking of just ending it all

Maybe the thought of not having to face another day seems like the best option of them all 

Maybe you believe in Jesus like I do

But maybe sometimes you question Him and you question yourself and you question your beliefs and you question your faith and you question every. single. thing. that comes into your mind.

Maybe the darkness of depression won today and the light of Jesus wasn’t shining as bright as it has before.

Or maybe you’re spending the evening surrounded by your closest friends and laughing until your stomach hurts or drinking the night away

But maybe, just maybe, deep down you feel it too. 


Tonight I cried in front of my mom for the first time in a very, very long time. You see, she struggles with depression too. And I’ve just recently found the strength to talk to my doctor and my boss and my best friends about the darkness that is depression and how it’s overtaken my life lately. But I haven’t told her. I can’t tell her. I can’t let her down. I can’t let her feel like she’s failed anymore than she already feels she has.
She held me and I cried and I shook and I got mascara all over her shirt. Bless her soul. 

She picked my head up and she said to me,
“You are strong. You are beautiful. You are smart.”
“Everything will be alright. And I don’t know what that looks like.”
“There’s more to life than boyfriends and babies.”

So through my teary, teary eyes let me pick your head up, even for just a moment.

YOU are strong. YOU are beautiful. YOU are smart.
I don’t know what alright looks like for you, but I know it will be all right. 

Let me pick your head up through a computer screen and typed letters and a very long post. Let me pick your head up because I know heads can get so heavy when they’re filled with sadness and darkness and racing thoughts and brokenness. 

I wish I could give you a reason to stay here on earth for just one more day, but I’m honestly struggling to find one for myself tonight. I do know, that whoever you are, where ever you are, you have worth. And I do too. And maybe tomorrow will be brighter. Or maybe we’ll cry ourselves to sleep again. Let’s hold on, together, for whatever reason, for one more day.

Written for @watsonsanatomy =)


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Rosie was crying.  Again.  It was the fourth time that night, and John had barely gotten a wink of sleep.  He rolled out of bed and padded over to her crib.  She wailed up at him and reached out, and he picked her up in his arms, pressing his cheek to her forehead and murmuring “Shh, shh, it’s all right, daddy’s here.”

She felt warm.  Too warm.  As a doctor, John knew better than to panic about a little bit of a fever, but it still wasn’t a pleasant thought.  Still whispering soothing words against her head he carried her carefully down the stairs.

221B was dark and quiet, only the distant sounds from the street outside permeating the silence.  Of course Sherlock would pick tonight to go to bed at a reasonable hour when John had a screaming baby in his arms and was bumping into things left and right trying to get to the loo.

Ever since he’d moved back to Baker Street with Rosie he’d kept all of the medical supplies in the cabinet under the sink in the loo.  The hallway that led down that way was blocked off by a gate so she’d never be able to get to it.  He knew he had some baby medicine in there somewhere.

Rosie was still sobbing, but the sound was muffled by John’s shoulder, and Sherlock usually slept like the dead so John wasn’t too worried.  Until he hooked his foot on the top of the gate while trying to step over it and it came crashing down as he stumbled into the wall.

John cursed and heard a thump from inside Sherlock’s room, and a few second later the door swung open and Sherlock appeared, looking…well, endearingly disheveled and still half-asleep.  He squinted at John in the darkness.

“Is everything all right?”

Rosie’s cries stuttered a bit, and she picked her head up, craning her neck around to see Sherlock.

“Yeah, yeah, just…tripped over the damn gate is all.  Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Sherlock stepped closer, tilting his head slightly.  His eyes were slowly regaining their intellectual light, and he stopped in front of John, his gaze on Rosie, reaching out to flick on the hallway light.  John winced at the sudden brightness in his eyes, but when he managed to get a clear look at Sherlock he noticed a developing red mark on Sherlock’s cheek.

Rosie reached out a hand for him, and Sherlock gave her one of his fingers to hold onto.

“Why is she crying?” Sherlock asked.

“Daddy,” Rosie said.  John kissed her temple, letting her know he was still right there.

“She’s a bit feverish,” he said distractedly, stepping closer and reaching up with his free hand to touch Sherlock’s face.  “Did you–did you fall out of the bed?”

Sherlock’s flushed and smacked his hand away.  “No.”

John couldn’t prevent the grin.  Not that he tried very hard.  “Yes, you did, you fell out of the bed.”

“You startled me!” Sherlock snapped.  “Shouldn’t you be taking care of your daughter instead of interrogating me anyway?”

“Daddy,” Rosie said miserably.

“I know, love, I know, we’ll get you sorted,” John said.  Then, glancing back at Sherlock with another small grin, “You should really put some ice on that.”

Sherlock huffed and turned to sweep back into his room in characteristic dramatic fashion, but before he’d even taken three steps Rosie cried out, “Daddy, no!”

Sherlock froze.  So did John.  Rosie was squirming in his arms, reaching unmistakably for Sherlock who still had his back to them.

“Back, back, c’m back, daddy!”

John felt like something in his chest might burst, and he said, “Sherlock,” a bit hoarsely.  

Slowly, as if he was afraid he might break if he moved to quickly, Sherlock turned back around.  His eyes were wide, and he looked as Rosie like he’d never seen her before in his life.

“Daddy, daddy!” Rosie sobbed, her arms flailing out in front of her, but she couldn’t reach him.  She turned around to look at John, and her expression was almost accusatory.  “Want daddy!”

John stared at her, stunned, and then looked back at Sherlock who was still staring at Rosie, and there was something so so fragile in his eyes, something John wasn’t sure he’d ever seen before.  John did the only thing he could think to do, which was to put Rosie down on the floor where she immediately crawled over to Sherlock and pulled herself up by his pajamas.

“Daddy,” she said firmly, her little fists closed around the worn fabric as if she could keep him there by force.

It was like watching a statue learn how to move.  Sherlock leaned over, his movements strangely jerky, and pulled Rosie up into his arms where she immediately cuddled herself into his chest with a little sigh.

John suddenly found he needed to blink very rapidly.  “I–I’ll go get the, um, the medicine.  Can you just…?”

Sherlock nodded mutely, all of his attention on the little girl that had attached herself to him like a barnacle.  John hurried past them and went into the loo where he leaned back against the door and took a deep, shuddering breath. There was the sound of Sherlock’s muffled voice moving down the hallway, toward the sitting room, and of Rosie’s delighted replies that were mostly garbled noises.  

John listened to them and pressed the heels of his hands hard into his eyes, willing himself not to cry.  His chest ached, and he wanted nothing more than to go out there and wrap his arms around both of them and never let go.  

In hindsight he should’ve seen it coming.  Of course she would see Sherlock as her father.  He changed her nappies, he fed her, he played games with her, he played her the violin when she was fussy, he was…he was her father.

John let out a long breath and pushed off from the door, crouching down to rummage through the cabinet.  He had to pull himself together and get Rosie feeling better so he and Sherlock could have a much needed talk.

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There will probably be a part two to this.  It just got…very long.  Ahem.  But I want my boys to have their kiss, soooo yeah.  :)

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Long Lost Love

Pairing: Kai x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1423

PART TWO | PART THREE (coming soon!)


Malachai Parker.

The sociopath that all of your friends despise. He has manipulated and killed a handful of people here and there, but there was this one person on earth that tamed him after all of this time. You.

You basically had him wrapped around your finger the day he fell for you. At first, you weren’t attracted to him at all because your group of friends drew him out as a murderer, which he technically was, but overtime, he grew on you. Kai knew he had to have you when he first met you and that’s exactly what he accomplished.

You and your boyfriend had a talk and agreed on leaving Mystic Falls to start a new life together. You felt that a going away party wasn’t needed, although Caroline would love to plan it. So your plan was to just leave this godforsaken town and text your friends about it once you were miles away. 

Alaric & Jo’s wedding day is today, but you chose to skip it since it made things complicating since you’re with Kai. Not to mention, Kai’s even attempted to kill Jo once or twice.

You had a few personal items left to pack, which wasn’t going to take more than an hour. Kai said he had to take care of a few things before the two of you head out on the road to your new beginning.

An hour passes and you’re now wondering where your boyfriend is. He said it wouldn’t take long, so you took his word for it. After 5 unanswered calls you started to get worried so you tracked his phone and drove to wherever it is located.

After driving around for 15 minutes, you arrive at a chapel. “What the hell?” You questioned as you parked, looking back and forth from your phone and the front of the chapel. Then finally, it came to you and you felt nothing but hurt and disgust. Kai is here to kill Jo.

“Oh my god.” You threw your phone on the passenger seat and hurried out of the car. You noticed the shattered glass surrounding the building.

There was an ounce of hope that you could get to your boyfriend on time to stop him. “Kai!” You screamed his name as tears streamed down your cheeks. Your hopes for starting a better life with your boyfriend was instantly crushed thanks to him. He just couldn’t help himself.

“Kai!” You called his name once again. Arriving inside the chapel, you see nothing but dead bodies and destruction everywhere. This was obviously Kai’s doing. “No no no no. This can’t be happening.” You we’re so close to having a panic attack.

Finally, you find Kai with blood on his face and all over his clothes. There was a devilish smile plastered all over his face from the evil he has done.

You also noticed that he was talking to Bonnie who was laying on the floor, looking as if she is fighting for her life. Normally, you would run to your friend to help her, but you were so distraught about everything that happened that your feet were glued to the floor.

“Kai! What have you done?!” You cried out, cutting Kai off from whatever he was saying to Bonnie.

You immediately got Kai’s attention, but Bonnie was still struggling on the floor that she slowly turned her head to look at you. Kai’s devilish smile was instantly gone and it turned into guilt. He had high hopes that he was going to get away with this. “Shit.” He mouthed to himself.

“Baby. I can explain.” Kai pleaded, slowly putting his hands up in defense.

“Explain?!” You yelled out in frustration.

Out of the blue, you see Damon vampire speed up to Kai and chops of his head with his bare hand.

And that’s when everything around you just stops. “Oh my god.” You said, then ran over to your boyfriend’s dead body. “Damon why?!” Even though Kai is responsible for all of these deaths and destruction, you couldn’t help but ask.

“You’re kidding me, Y/N?” Damon asked after he fed vampire blood to Bonnie.

You laid your head on Kai’s chest and just cried. Damon felt no remorse for you and left with Bonnie.

“You fucking bastard. How could you?!” You yelled at Kai even though you were aware that he’s 100% dead. After everything that you have been through with him and the assumptions that he was a changed man, he had to throw it all away. You didn’t even bother giving Kai and the other dead bodies a proper burial. Instead, you lit the entire building on fire.

(Days later…)

Pain. Pain is all you’ve felt these past few days. So many unanswered questions had flooded your mind.

You couldn’t live with the pain any longer and all Mystic Falls did was remind you of your dead boyfriend. Damon even offered to compel you to forget about Kai, but you didn’t want to cheat, you just couldn’t. So instead, you moved away to live with your relatives in New Orleans.

It didn’t occur to you at first that New Orleans is where Klaus and Elijah had moved to. You also recently found out that Tyler’s friend, Hayley had a baby with Klaus and supposedly has a thing with Elijah. But as complicating as the Mikaelson family is, you surprisingly grew close to them, especially to Kol, who you thought was dead at first, but he informed you that his best friend, Davina helped bring him back.

Aside from being reunited with his family, Kol felt like he had no real purpose after he was brought back to life, until he eventually connected with you. It’s ironic because your very own friends killed him in the first place, but you even informed him that you had nothing to do with his death and actually had no idea that Elena and Jeremy planned it. “What’s done is done, dear Y/N. All that matters now is being here with you.” Kol had once told you. Luckily, time heals all wounds.

Since you were far far away from Mystic Falls and have no intentions on going back, you didn’t care to update your friends that you and Kol Mikaelson are now an item. Your ex boyfriend, Kai did cross your mind every now and then, but as time went on, you thought about him less and less.

(Years later…)

The longer you were away from Mystic Falls, the less often you and your friends kept in touch. It was fine with you because they have their own lives going on and you have yours being utterly happy with the life you have with Kol.

Something you weren’t aware of was the madness going on in Mystic Falls about the devil in the flesh named, Cade terrorizing the souls of Damon and Stefan.

There also had been all sorts of nonsense going on with Kol’s siblings and the patrons of New Orleans, but the two of you always stayed out of it. Even Rebekah kept her distance from it all.

You and your boyfriend spent your years together traveling around the world. Since he has been around for over 1000 years, money was never the issue.

Although traveling was simply amazing, you made sure to make stops and stick around New Orleans for a few weeks because the constant flying made you miss being on land.

*Meanwhile in Mystic Falls*

Damon and Alaric were inside the cave so that Damon could show Alaric the weapon that could possibly destroy Cade. As Damon was chit chatting about all of his knowledge and suggesting to exchange half-assed apologizes, a very familiar figure disrupts. That very figure was the heretic himself, Malachai Parker.

“Yeah sorry to interrupt, but someone please tell me where my baby girl is.” Kai announced. Alaric looked like he’d seen a ghost and Damon shot him a glare.

Supposedly, Kai was released from hell after the 11th bell was rung and all he could think about was getting to you. His feelings for you never changed. What he didn’t know is that you’ve already moved on with someone else.

There was no way your friends dared to tell Kai your exact whereabouts because they’d rather see you continue your life without Kai in the picture, no matter how happy he used to make you. 

But since Kai is a heretic and all, he used a locator spell to come and find you, no matter the distance.

the most important //n.h

Look! It’s more about Dad!Niall and little Maeve! I saw a prompt on my prompt list that sparked the inspiration for this and it’s a little short, but I’m just really excited to be writing again and I really hope you all like it! 

The hospital room was relatively calm.

You’d gotten less than four hours of blissful, quiet sleep in the calm room, the only noise coming from the heart monitor that you were required to wear and the whirring of the machines. Early in the evening, the room was chaotic. You were sitting up in the hospital bed with your knees pulled up to your chest and Niall by your side, chanting and cheering you on. He held one of your legs back and he coached you as you pushed, doing everything in your power to bring your baby into the world before midnight. And then the room was filled with tears and cheers, your little one measured and weighed and wrapped up in a soft white blanket before being passed onto you and Niall. You’d spent a good few moments with her resting on your chest after she was born, your nightie ruined and your cheeks wet with tears of joy and pride. She was absolutely beautiful.

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Arguments ♡ Grayson

Summary: “anon:Hey! If your still taking request, can I get one where like they get into a little argument and then he leaves for Hawaii without her knowing and like maybe when he gets back the reader is at the airport or something? Thank you! Btw you have great writing!!

Word Count: 1,030

Warnings: Angust, Fluff.

A/N: finally back! i know most people don’t read these, but oh well. i know the timeline dosen’t add up sometimes, but i wrote this before the video came out, sorry! and i loved this so much omg! 

Originally posted by tcktck8

If you could take it all back, you would. The argument, the fighting, everything. You just had to get mad over stupid things, which turned into bigger things, and now Grayson was on an Airplane to god knows where, and you were stuck in the apartment, alone. You tried calling him, over and over again, but then realized he wouldn’t pick up until he landed. “God, I’m so stupid” You cried, throwing yourself onto you and grayson’s bed. You tried texting him, but no messages would go through, pissing you off more.

You refreshed his snapchat’s until you finally seen that he landed. You instantly tried calling him-it instantly going to voicemail. “Damnit Gray” You cursed, trying to think of something to do, in order to get ahold of him. You thought of calling his parents, they probably weren’t with him. “Ethan” You shouted, your finger typing faster then your brain could register. “PIck Up, Pick up, Pick up” You softly said, hoping to god he would answer. Finally, he did. “y/n? Hey!” he sounded shocked that you called him, but you instantly questioned him “Ethan, I have no Idea where grayson is. He won’t pick up my calls, or answer my text’s. I’m getting worried” You hoped Ethan knew where he was. “Really? I talked to him about-” Ethan paused, probably to try to find when he talked to Grayson, then returned to the phone “-about 20 minutes ago. It’s weird that he’s not answering your calls. He normally answers yours before mine” He laughed. You took a deep breath. “We got into a fight, Ethan.” You slowly said it, so you could register that’s the reason he wasn’t answering. “You and Gray? Fighting?” He suddenly started laughing, “Listen, Ethan. Can I just come over, and we can try to find him? Together?”  You ask, biting you lip. “Sorry, y/n I’m all the way in Colorado. So unless you wanna come here-” “You’re in Colorado? Where’s gray?” You cut him off, hoping he would answer. “He obviously doesn’t want you to know, sorry y/n” he clarified. “Fine, thanks for all your help” You spat, hanging up the phone.

You instantly went to his snapchat, seeing if he posted anything else, hoping he would post it to keep the fans updated. Sure enough he did. “Hawaii?” You questioned, “Why in the hell would He go to Hawaii?” You asked yourself, replaying the picture over and over, hoping to get a clue.


The next few days you heard rumors that Grayson was with another girl, and you hoped to god it wasn’t true. It had been a few days since he left, and you were suddenly bored. You had barely any friends, and they were all but they were all busy.

          Ethan: All I can tell you is he lands at LAX in about 45 minutes.

                y/n: Thanks so much Ethan. I owe you. Big Time <3

You knew you wanted to go meet Grayson, but you didn’t know if you wanted to get all dressed up. You still didn’t know if he left because of the fight, or if it was for a video or something. You didn’t want to take any chances, so you threw on his favorite pair of jeans, and his favorite top, and was out the door, on your way to the airport. About 10 minutes passed, and you were finally in the parking lot of the LAX Airport. You still weren’t sure if you should go in, not wanting to draw attention to grayson. You thought about it for longer than you thought you would’ve, then finally went into the Airport.

LAX was huge, if his Airplane was across the airport, there was no way you would make it. “Miss? You okay?” You felt someone tap on your shoulder, instantly turning towards them. “Yeah- Yeah” You shook your head, “Where is the Airplane from Hawaii landing?” You asked, hoping it was close. “Um,-” She pulled something out of her pocket, “Terminal 34-A” She smiled, sending you on your way.

You looked around, ‘32-D’ ‘33-A’, then you started to run, watching as the signs flew by, before finally coming to 34-A. You stopped, took a deep breath, then walked to the nearest person you could find. “I-Is this the plane from Hawaii?” You questioned, still trying to catch your breath. “Yes Ma’am. But the last person just exited, sorry.” He smiled, then walked away.

“Fuck” You mumbled, under your breath. You sat down on a nearby chair, pulling out your phone, trying to call Grayson again. No Answer. Groaning, you threw your phone into your jacket pocket, then got up again, trying to find him. “Grayson?” You yelled, not caring if fan’s where in the airport. “Gray” You called again, getting aggravated. “Grayson Dolan?” Someone asked, coming up to your side. Turning around, you seen a girl who looked about 13-give or take a few years. “You were yelling Grayson, I was wondering if it was Grayson Dolan” She repeated, you still standing still. “Yes. Yes, Grayson Dolan, he should be here somewher-” before you could even finish the girl squealed, running off to go find her friends. You slouched your shoulders, knowing you fucked up.

“y/n” you heard a deep voice call, making you turn around. “Grayson” You whispered, jumping on him. You instantly connected your lips, and he spun around. “I missed you so much” He smiled, once you broke the kiss.”I missed you, too baby girl” He smiled, grabbing your hand, and walking out of the Airport.

“So, you’re not mad at me” You questioned, as you loaded his luggage into the trunk. “How could I ever be mad at you, princess? I mean, yeah, sure, I was mad at first, but me and Ethan have been planning this for months. The fan’s are going to love it” He chuckled, closing the trunk, then grabbing your hands. “I love you, y/n. I could never stay mad at you for more then 10 minutes” He laughed, making you laugh too. He gave you a small kiss, before you both went home, him telling you all about the trip on the 15 minute drive home.

How You Gonna? pt 3 (You don’t get back together) - Justin Foley x Reader

Summary: Justin texts you, does he want to be with you or not? (I listened Leave me lonely by Ariana Grande & Over You by Graffiti6) This one is a little deeper because it’s something I went through, he just wasn’t my ex, he was my bestfriend.

I went home a nervous wreck. I love Justin so much. He’s my everything. No matter what I do, I’m not good without him. Feelings for people change, but I don’t thin that would happen with me. He’s more than I have ever asked for. I believed him over everyone else and all I want is him. I don’t know what it is about him. I could never not fall for him, even when we first met. I felt like I was falling in love. That boy makes me crazy.

I’m only a sophomore in high school. Adults always say we’re “too young” to experience love, but I know what it feels like to love someone. I love Justin, he’s all I think about. I would do anything for him, I just want to be with him, I would be so happy even if he told me my shoes were untied.

I feel so shitty without him, I always self pity myself. What do I do with myself? Stay in my room and eat ice cream and wonder what we could’ve had? Fuck that. I know he loves me deep down. Nobody would go 6 months without developing something. I need this to end, but I don’t want to hear his answer. I’m confident that he loves me. He cares for me, he already said that. Why care about someone if you don’t love them?

Now I’m just laying in my bed, waiting for him to text me. I don’t know why I’m both nervous, and excited. I keep fantasizing our future. I think we’re meant to be. I love him so much, and always will. Nobody has ever kept my attention the way he has. I don’t think anyone could. I just think everyone is boring. I know he’s not though.

I hear my phone ding, and my heart stops. Here’s the time, I’ll get my answer. No matter what happens, I will always love him, no matter how complicated it is. He’s different, and will always be the love of my life no matter what.

(Justin is bold, you’re normal)

“Hey”

“Hi”

“What’s up?”

“Can we skip the small talk, and move on?”

“Move on to what? haha”

“Justin, this isn’t funny. Tell me your feel about both me, and the situation.”

“For starters, the situation, I care about you a lot. I’m sorry that I had to put you through what I did. I just really needed Clay to keep his mouth shut.”

“Do you love me?”

“y/n…”

“Please…”

“I love you. More than anything. I tried so hard to get over you, all you do is fuck with my emotions and my head. I hate you, but I love you. I don’t usually confess feelings this way, but I can’t help it. I’m addicted to you. No matter what I do, I’m not good without you. I fell for you,”

“I didn’t know you felt that way y/n.”

“Tell me how you feel about me right now, do you love me?”

“I love you as a friend”

I felt my heart stop. I don’t know what to think. I was positive that he loved me back, all I want is him, why is that so confusing? I would give him anything,and everything he wanted. Why doesn’t he want me? I cry every night, he didn’t even try.

“Oh… Okay, I’ll tell you now, never talk to me. Don’t come back anymore. I have had enough of you hurting me. As much as I want you to stay, you’re not good for me. You love me, I know you do, but you’re leaving me here. I’d rather you just leave me alone. Can you do that for me, Justin?”

“I’m sorry. I wish I could love you back, I just don’t. I love Jessica, but you’ll always be important to me.”

“Obviously not that important if you don’t see how much I love you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. Goodnight, Justin.”

I feel at ease also. Nothing lasts forever, I see that now. It’s alright, this time is the last time I will let him hurt me. Don’t get me wrong, I love him. I just don’t need these arguments, or this hurt. Life without him, is so lonely. I wonder what Jessica has that I don’t. She doesn’t deserve him, I do. I’m over love, but I don’t want to be all alone. He’s just blind. There’s no need to fight anymore. 

This time is the last time. I love him, but he’s no good. I can keep telling myself that, but he’s my everything. I’m tired of always being careful. Now I’m just here, lying in my bed, and crying to myself. I can’t change what happened, but this hurt me more than anything. Justin is the firs person I have ever loved. 

I cried myself to sleep then woke up the morning after. I didn’t even care what I looked like. I didn’t want to go to this school anymore. I didn’t want to see his face anymore, I don’t give a fuck about anyone there anymore, but him. Actions speak louder than words though, I’ll just try that. I’ll always love him.

I walked into the school, ignoring everyone who tried to spike up a conversation with me. I seen him, and Jessica. The happy couple that they are. I sill will never understand what she has that I don’t. He’s my happiness, but she took it. I’m hated by everyone, that’s the way it seems. 

I walked into math and made eye contact with him. I sat down in my seat next to him, and did my best to make my hair block my view of him.

“Hey, y/n.” he said.

Don’t talk to me, not right now. I don’t need to hear your voice right now.

He continued, “You know I care about you, right?”

I didn’t reply. I’m keen on not talking to this guy. I don’t need him in my life anymore.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.” he whispered

I finally spoke, 

“I’m over you, this time is the last time. I’m done, Justin”

Originally posted by begavet

Originally posted by clony

Flight Of The Navigator
Childish Gambino
Flight Of The Navigator

I had a dream,
I had a dream I was flying over all of us,
There were so many pretty people,
So many pretty faces,
I talked to some birds,
I fell in love again,
And none of this ever ended,
Everything just kept going, and going and going,
And even when you laughed, you cried,
And even when you were sad you were really happy,
Because you were here,
And I got to meet every star, every planet,
Everything that made me,
And we all kissed,
And became the same,
We became the same,
We became the same…

Promises

“I want my brother.” Pidge whimpers through her congestion.

It’s the 3rd time that she’s asked for him in the past 24 hours and it’s putting the other Paladins on edge.

“He’s not here remember? We are doing everything we can to find him.” Shiro Promises.

Pidge just sulks, sinking deeper into the sunken couches.

“I want Matt…” she cried into a buried pillow.

She’s managed a head cold over the past few days, but right when she thought she was getting better, a nasty case of the flu appeared over night. Shiro had suggested that she come out into the open where all the Paladins can keep an eye on her, but she’s been so caught up by her own fever that she just looks miserable.

“Why don’t you try eating something, it might make you feel better?” Hunk says while holding a tray of light Altean food goo.

“I don’t feel good…” Pidge mumbles as she pushes the tray away from her reach.

“My stomach feels bad.” She hiccups once, to further explain the nausea that is presenting itself.

Keith who stays silent, unsure of how to handle illnesses  just watches with concern as Hunk and Shiro try to comfort the ailing girl.

“Have no Fear, Sir Lancelot is here.”

In one quick motion Lance manages to squeeze past both Hunk and Shiro while firmly taking a hold of Pidge and carrying her bridal style out of the room.

“Lance! What are you doing?”

Keith growls.

He is no expert in nursing the sick, but he sure as hell doesn’t trust Lance to know much more.

“Relax Mullet, I’m a middle child to a family of 7, if there is one thing I know how to do, it’s taking care of a sick kid.

Lance doesn’t wait to hear what the other have to say, he can see the sheen of sweat, and the nauseating green that’s appearing on Pidge’s face and Lance doesn’t have time to fight with the other Paladins. Instead he swiftly turns on his feet and finds his way to the closest bathroom.

There is an alarm that goes off in Pidge’s head. Her eyes are wide as a burp is released, and she’s afraid the next one won’t be as breathy.

"I..I don’t feel good, she burps again, this time covering her mouth in fear.

Lance who despite his fast walk, is extremely calm.

"Relax Pidge, everything will be just fine.”

Lance manages to deposit the green Paladin to the floor, where she expels whatever she has managed to eat in the course of 48 hours into a porcelain god.

They stay like that for several minutes, while Lance rubs her back for comfort.

“Drink.” Lance orders, when Pidge doesn’t have anything but dry heaves.

“…But…My stomach…” She moans

“Drink.” He says again.

There’s a couple of hard fever tears that roll down her cheek, but she continues to shake her head to refuse the offer.

“Matt wouldn’t want you to be dehydrated so I suggest you drink.” Lance scolds.

It’s a low blow, and the tears seem to come down faster, but this time she takes the Altean Liquid and manages small sips. The Blue Paladin softens his expression.

“Hey,” Lance whispers soothingly while stroking her tangled hair back.

“…I’m not trying to mean… I’m sorry, I just want to make sure you don’t get dehydrated..” Lance explains in soft whispers.

“Matt would always take care of me…and.. and make sure I had lots of fluid too.” Pidge mumbles.

“I’m going to find him…I.. I promise.

Until then,” she yawns. I’m glad I have you.“

Lance smiles, as he picks her up once again.

"I promise, even after we find Matt, I’ll always be your brother.”

Lance grins as he helps her into bed.

You know, I finally got over you. I spilt all my emotions into notebooks and cried through a pen and was left with pages of poems filled with you. It took me years and a strength I never knew I had. You changed me, there is no doubting that, I never returned to the girl I once was. The naïve sixteen-year-old who thought that love would never hurt her. I was angry at you for a while, and then I wasn’t, and then all I did was cry and then I just longed to be held by you at 3am when my tear soaked pillow reminded me of everything we’d lost. Then i was over you. I really was, I could drink black coffee again, I could go out with my friends again and I could listen to all the songs that reminded me of you with out crying. Then I came home for Christmas to visit my parents in the small town we met. The fairy lights and the Christmas tree and the decorations in everyone’s windows changed something and then I saw you. You hadn’t changed, and the soft twinkling lights against your face made me forget that I was over you and I guess I fell again. I hate that you have the power to do this to me, I hate that you can make me feel like a giddy sixteen-year-old again. I left her behind a long time ago, ran away from her. Moved to the biggest city and got the hardest job I could find. Cut my waist length hair and abandoned my favourite candy floss coloured hair clips. Just so I could leave behind the girl who had no other aspirations than to marry you and have kids and a dog and a cute house with a fence and daffodils in the garden the one we always use to talk about. I ran away and left behind the girl who didn’t need anything more than you. You saw me and you smiled. That little smirk that haunts my dreams but makes them worth remembering. You didn’t ask about my job and you didn’t tell me how proud you were of my promotion; you weren’t impressed by the small town girl living in a big city with an expensive apartment and designer shoes. All you said was “you cut your hair? I like it” After all those years and tears and poems and waking up next to strange men with blue eyes and brown hair, all you could say was “I like your hair”? I’ve never fallen harder or faster or deeper in love. We stood on the same pavement we stood when you gave me a plastic ring all those years ago when we were sixteen and we started laughing like we were sixteen again, and you looked at me like you use to before everything got complicated and heavy and hard. We aren’t sixteen anymore and things are even more complicated now and I don’t love you as much as I did. I love you more, because the truth is I never stopped, I didn’t get over you I just buried you and replaced you with the little things I could fall in love with like hot cocoa in the winter and walks through the park on my days off. I guess when I came back to this small town the girl I ran away from all those years ago found me again and now all I can think about is candy floss coloured hair clips and what we might name our kids, whether they’ll have my eyes and your nose or my long legs and your smile. I don’t know but I know I was made to love you and every time I look into your blue eyes I’m certain that I’ll love you as long as I’m alive.
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L.S.

This is my first long one so let me know if you like/don’t like it

Heart Breaker

Jensen breaks up with you thinking you had cheated on him, however, you were actually pregnant. The reader tries to hide but gets discovered, then moves to make sure she doesn’t get noticed at all. When Jensen finds her he tries to get her to come home.

Jensen and Reader

Angst, accused of cheating, depression, breastfeeding, sweet fluff

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           When I was with him, I was always on cloud nine. We had been together for three years, then suddenly one day, he breaks up with me. He never explained or gave me a reason, just shattered me completely. I was at home that day, finding out the most amazing news, I was pregnant. Jensen would be thrilled or so I thought, I never got the chance to tell him.

           Instead I was packing my bags and leaving my life behind. The worst thing though, Jared, Misha, and Mark stopped talking to me. Vicki was the only one who kept in contact with me after everything. She never understood why it happened, it was so random. So, I moved to Dallas, I found a little ranch with a couple horses. It wasn’t much but it was home, something I had lost along the way.

           I didn’t tell anyone about the pregnancy, so I just went through the pregnancy alone. I found out I was having a girl, and I was ecstatic. I was eight months pregnant when I was spotted by Gen at a store, I was picking out things for the nursery and she saw my huge bump. I saw her walk up to me with a questioning look on her face. I sighed “It’s Jen’s, I never got a chance to tell him” I started crying and got out of the store as fast as I could.

           Once I got home, I sobbed until my eyes hurt, that’s when the calls started. Now they wanted to talk? I turned off my phone and decided to get a new phone number tomorrow, right now I was starving. So, I grabbed my food for the night, and vegged out on the couch. I knew it was a matter of time before they would find me.

           I did the only thing I could think of and sold the farm, I packed up my truck and loaded the horses on the trailer. I had left a note with the realtor to give if one of them came around. So, I left Texas completely, I went to Nebraska. I found a beautiful little farm that I could settle in nicely. I was about a week overdue at this point, and I was never more scared in my life.

           I had a sweet older gentleman helping me with the chores, and feedings of the animals. I woke up this morning not feeling well, so I left a note on the door asking him to watch over the animals while I went to the ER. Once I made it, I knew I was in labor, they got me settled and the contractions started growing closer and closer together.

           Once it was time to push, I found every ounce of energy to push. It felt like a lifetime of pushing, until I heard her cries. They placed her on my chest and I fell in love already, she had his eyes and dirty blonde locks. I missed him so much but she’s my connection to him, she was amazing. I decided on Ava Rae y/l/n, she was beautiful and she was mine.

           I was in the hospital for three days, and then we could go home. I carried her into the house and took her to my room. I put her in the bassinet and laid down for a nap, I woke up to hearing her crying. I looked at the clock and knew she needed to be fed, I got comfortable and watched her with amazement. Once I knew she was fed, I burped her, changed her and then put her back down.

           I heard a knock on the door and hesitantly opened the door to see Dave, my ranch hand. “The misses made some meals for ya” “Thank you so much” “She was happy to do it, and a gentleman came by and dropped this off for ya” I grabbed the letter and opened it up. I knew the hand writing, but he didn’t deserve a chance. “I know it’s none of my business, but he looked like a man who lost something very important”

           I made him a cup of coffee and explained what had happened over the course of what had happened. I could see the sadness in his eyes, he could also see how I still felt about Jay. “You should talk to him, I’m not saying take him back but that little one needs a momma and daddy.” “Your right Dave, I should at least talk to him” We said our goodnights and I sent Jay a text to come back around lunch time.

           Lunch time came quicker than I expected, I had made a small lunch and waited for him to knock. I waited all day, and he never showed. It came to about ten at night when I heard a knock on the door. I opened the door to see him with a bouquet of pink roses, I scoffed and walked away leaving the door open for him to come in.

           I heard Ava crying, so I went to check on her and I knew automatically she was hungry. I picked her up gently and grabbed a blanket to cover me up while we talked. It was a tense silence, neither of us knowing what to say. “Why are you here? You broke up with me” “I know and I will never be sorrier with how things happened” “Why did you? I was always faithful and always by your side” “I thought you were cheating, I saw you pulling away and thought the worse” “You couldn’t talk to me? Instead, you dump me when I needed you most”

           “When Gen came over that day and told me what was going on, I broke right there, I sobbed the whole day at how I treated you. I tried calling and tried tracking you down, but it was no use” Once Ava was done I fixed my shirt and patted her on the back. I walked over to him and put her in his arms. “Jen, I want you to meet Ava Rae”

           He smiled a watery smile and looked down to see this little human being we both had created. “Y/n please come back, I miss you, actually we all miss you. I will do whatever it takes to make it up to you and this little one.” I sat on the couch and just cried, I was absolutely broken and the walls came down. He sat down next to me with Ava in his arms. “I missed you so much Jensen” “I missed you too honey, please come home” “I would love too”

           He kissed me, just like he always had, there was no time lost. Over the next week, we had everything packed and ready. I put the ranch in Dave’s name, and he was happy that we had fixed things. I did hear him threaten Jay that if he pulled that stunt again he would be castrated. I hugged him tightly and thanked him for the help, and he just reminded me that I was the daughter he never had.

           We packed and headed back to Austin, I was ready to be home, ready to be around the people that I call family.